(Lugaid:). Mental vigour's been right on the edge. To a 'stupefying' hole of no return. Now we dance a holy war is won. But there must be more we got to learn.
Caught in never land, no purpose to be seen. There's no point of destination. Never ending wastelands, such a wicked odyssey. Don't know what we have done wrong.
Fair sex paralyzer, lipstick in a face. Spirit analizer, not one human trace. No need to cry. Roll the fuckin' dice, I'm a loser in a game. Gonna hurt my feelings, your only real aim.